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Star Trek: Kodiak - Corner Of The Eye VO'Hare frowned. “They're the outpost crew? What happened?” “I don't know, I'm a tactical officer, not a ghost hunter. It must have happened when they used the transporter,” Diaz said. “Shen said they were operating on instinct … I'd guess they're only attacking us to maintain their form, to stay alive.” “So what do we do about it?” Diaz shook her head. “I don't know. I don't think we can do anything about it. We don't have time.” O'Hare looked at the tricorder readouts again. “And now they know about the runabout.” “So?”“They go where the people are. They were congregating in the labs and living quarters, the storm shelter, where the station crew would have been. Now there aren't people there.”“What if there were?” Diaz muttered. *** Grant clasped his hands together in the captain's chair, watching the squall below on the viewscreen. He checked the status updates from engineering, took a deep breath. “Red alert.” The alert klaxon blared, the lights in the corners of the room turned red. “Helm, take us into the atmosphere.”*** Diaz laid the tricorder on the lab's main console, and connected it to the outpost's generator. “Okay, are you ready?”O'Hare nodded. “It won't fool them for long.” “Long enough, I hope …” Diaz activated the tricorder. It began simulating lifesigns, boosted through the main computer.“I hope this works …” O'Hare muttered as they left the room. “So do I … but we don't have much of a choice. We've got eight minutes to get out of here.”*** The Kodiak bucked hard as it descended into the storm. “Dahlberg, thrusters to one half, keep us stable.”“Aye, sir.” “There's some strain on the shields, Commander,” Devlin said. “Crosswinds are picking up speed.” “Inertial dampeners are beginning to overheat,” T'Vet said. “I am re-routing power to compensate.”The ship thrashed again. “Deflectors to full power!” Grant ordered. ***Diaz and O'Hare bolted across the snow covered landing pad, making for the runabout. There was no sign of any of the spectres, in or out of the outpost. They ascended the metal stairway leading to the runabout's entry hatch, and it slid aside to greet them.Corman was slumped against the rear bulkhead, unconscious. She had a neural stimulator attached to her head. “Get ready to lift off,” Diaz said. “I'll get her into the rear compartment.” O'Hare sat down at the helm with a nod, and activated the runabout's transmitter. “Runabout to Kodiak, we're heading up now. Get ready to catch us.” Diaz lifted Corman and hoisted her over her shoulder. She opened the rear door, and froze. Four of the entities were standing in the centre of the room, between the two rows of bunks. Shen'Zahr was sprawled on her back, a hypospray scattered beside her. They showed no sign that they had noticed Diaz's presence. She glanced at the armband the doctor had given her to mask her lifesigns.Slowly, she moved Corman over to a bunk and laid her down, strapping her and Ovak in for the ascent. Walking between the spectres, sweat running into her eyes beneath the visor and making them sting, Diaz knelt beside the doctor. She, like the rest of them, had a neural stimulator on her forehead.As she dragged Shen'Zahr over to Neill, the runabout lifted off. Diaz struggled to keep her footing, almost falling into one of the entities. She increased her pace, and lifted Shen'Zahr onto the bunk beside Neill. Diaz glanced at the nurse, the first victim, and grimaced. She looked as if she had been dead for days, shrunken and shrivelled. Her hair had gone from blonde to limp and grey, her skin looked as if all the moisture had been drained from it. Her breathing was ragged and drawn. She strapped her and Shen'Zahr to the bunks, and backed out of the room. O'Hare glanced around at her from the helm. “We've cleared the outpost shield. The crosswinds aren't hitting us too badly for the moment, but that'll change soon.” “Shelby, we've got company.” O'Hare hesitated for a moment, before attending to the flight controls again. “How many?”“Four.” O'Hare closed her eyes. “They found a new hunting ground. They found people here, so now …”Diaz sat down in the copilot's seat. “Diaz to Kodiak, come in, urgent.” The transmission connected. “What's the situation, Ro?” Grant said. “We've got four of those things in the runabout with us. They haven't noticed us yet. The only people left to attack are Shelby and I.” *** Grant felt bile rise in his throat. “Shen'Zahr and Corman?” “Unconscious, stable for now.” The ship thrashed as a bolt of ion lightning hit the shields. Grant glanced over at Oaken, who was tracking the runabout's course. She turned to him and nodded. “Stay on your present course, Ro,” Grant said. “We're coming in to get you with the tractor beam.”“Commander, there's something else. These entities … they're the outpost crew. We're transmitting the data to corroborate that now. If they attack us … and there's no-one at the helm in all these crosswinds …” Both T'Vet and Oaken had turned to face Grant, frowning with confusion and concern. “This is Oaken cutting in: what do you mean? If they're the outpost crew, what happened to them?” “Something happened when they were trying to use their transporter … the data should be in your computer now.” T'Vet checked his readouts. “Confirmed, sir. Analysing.” *** “I've got the Kodiak on sensors.” O'Hare said. The runabout began to shake as the air pressure around them began to increase. “They'll intercept us in two minutes.”“How's it looking out there?” Diaz muttered. “Not good. If the crosswinds get much stronger, we'll be in trouble.” The runabout was battered to port by a bolt of lightning. The lights flickered. “Power's fluctuating,” O'Hare said. “Can you dodge the lightning?” O'Hare snorted. “In the Kodiak, yeah. Not in this.” ***“One minute to intercept,” Dahlberg muttered.“Commander, this data is fascinating,” T'Vet said. “Lieutenant Diaz may well be correct in her theory.”Grant nodded. “Anything we can do about it?” “Possibly, but it will require further study.” The ship shuddered again as it moved through the storm. “Shields holding, Commander,” Devlin said from tactical. “The runabout's having trouble though. Their thrusters are operating at a hundred and seventy percent, but it's not enough.” “Dahlberg, increase speed.” “Aye.” ***One of the panels in the cockpit burst in a shower of sparks. “The Kodiak's picked up speed,” O'Hare said. “Thirty seconds to intercept.” There was a flash of lightning ahead, and a glow behind them. Diaz whipped around. From the rear compartment, the spectres were beginning to phase through the bulkhead. “Goddamn it,” Diaz hissed. She struggled to her feet as the runabout shuddered violently. "They know we're here." “What the hell are you doing?” O'Hare grunted. “Hold course, Shelby. Get us home.” O'Hare gritted her teeth and increased power to the engines. She could see the silhouette of the Kodiak ahead, illuminated by the lightning streaking through the thick clouds. Behind her, Diaz gasped and cried out in agony. *** “Sir … the runabout has activated its distress beacon …” Holden said with a frown. “No other transmission.” Grant spun to face T'Vet. “Time?” “We are in range … now. Engaging tractor beam.” *** The runabout suddenly stopped shaking. Blue and white light bathed the viewport, and O'Hare released the controls. She turned in her seat. Diaz was shaking on the floor of the cockpit. Two of the entities were bending over her, the other two seemed to be staring straight at O'Hare.“Kodiak, come in.” “We hear you. We should clear the atmosphere in sixty seconds.” The entities drifted towards her. “I don't think I have that long, Orson.” *** Grant looked sharply at T'Vet. “Transporter?” “I would not advise using it in the atmosphere, Commander.” “Lifesigns, Oaken?” “Six, only one of them stable. One is barely registering.”Grant clenched his fists. “Emergency power to engines, get us the hell out of here. T'Vet, reel the runabout in.” *** Stars began to appear through the clouds as O'Hare stumbled off the pilot's seat. She bolted into the aft compartment, but the two spectres followed, phasing through the doors behind her. She backed up until she was against the rear bulkhead, dodging back around them again as the closed in. As she did so, the other two phased through the door. She was trapped. They closed in. “Come on, Orson,” she muttered through gritted teeth. *** The stars blasted gloriously into view on the Kodiak's screen. Grant punched the armrest. “T'Vet, lock on transporters and energise. Beam them directly to sickbay!” “Transporters locked,” T'Vet said calmly. “Energising … stand by. Stand by …” Grant turned. “What is it?” “There is something interfering with Lieutenant O'Hare's signal, some kind of ionic surge. The rest of the away team is in sickbay.” Grant's heart leapt into his mouth. “Boost power to the confinement beam, try to filter out the ions.” “Boosting power,” Oaken said. “Sir, we'll need to recalibrate … I'm reading an increase in mass.” “In mass?”“Confirmed, sir,” T'Vet said. “Overall mass has increased by a factor of four point seven three.” “There's too much interference …” Oaken said, her fingers flying across the control panel. Grant stood. “Key in emergency power, I'll be in the transporter room!” He bolted from the bridge and down the corridor, sliding down the ladder to deck three. In the transporter room, Chief Hendry was adjusting the beam. “I've got it, Commander. I've separated O'Hare's pattern from the interference.”“Energise, now!” Hendry nodded. On the transporter pad, there was a flicker of light that slowly began to form into the figure of a person. O'Hare materialised on the pad, and her eyes immediately rolled back into her head, her knees buckling. Grant leapt forward and caught her as she fell, gathering her up into his arms as her body shook. “Good work, Hendry. I'll be in sickbay.” “Yes, sir … Commander … I've got four more transporter patterns in the buffer. What do I do with them?” “Leave them there, make sure they don't degrade.” “Aye, sir.” *** Diaz opened her eyes, and reached around for her visor. Her hand found someone's forearm, and then another hand closed over hers. “How are you feeling?” “Commander?” “Got it in one. Here...” Her fingers closed over the cold metal of the visor. She fumbled with it, and fixed it over her eyes. After a few seconds, the sensors aligned with her implants, and the medical ward slowly came into focus. The room was huge, her bed as cushioned and comfortable, with almost as many computers attached to it as there were on the Kodiak's bridge. “Where am I?” “DS1. The medical facilities here are well beyond ours on the Kodiak.” Diaz's head was pounding. “How long?” Grant squeezed her hand. “Almost two weeks.” “What?” Diaz rubbed her temples. “Is everyone...?” “Alive, and mostly well.”Diaz swallowed. “Mostly?” Grant nodded. “Ellie Neill is going to have to remain here for a while. She's in a coma, her nervous system will have to be rebuilt. You and Shelby were the worst affected, aside from her.” “Shelby's...” “She's alright. She woke up yesterday.” Diaz rubbed her head. “Orson, I'm sorry. I scrubbed the mission, people got hurt...” “It doesn't sound like there's much else you could have done, based on the reports from Shen'Zahr, Corman and Ovak. It wasn't a total loss by far. There are a few people who are pretty grateful for what you did down there on Agaron VII.”Diaz snorted. “Like who?” *** The Deep Space One observation lounge was full of people. A lot of the Kodiak's crew were there, sitting on the couches, drinking coffee or something stronger, depending on their shift.Once they noticed that Grant and Diaz were approaching, a lot of them stood up and moved over to them. It was like being swamped, tackled by an entire team of American football players.Grant stepped aside nimbly, letting the hugs and kind words flow. Diaz saw him wave to another set of figures by the window. One of them, a woman in her mid-forties, approached them slowly. Grant began chatting to her away from the crowd. After a few minutes of well wishes and pats on the back, the crew parted and went back to their seats, casting deferring glances to Grant. Once most of them were back to their groups, Grant stepped forwards. “Ro, this is Doctor Kearns, she's the head of the research outpost on Agaron VII.” The woman smiled tightly. Diaz stared at her. “Uh...” “Yes … hello, Lieutenant,” Dr Kearns said stiffly. “Normally, when I meet someone for the first time, it's not after as much... well... you know.” Diaz waved a hand. “That's alright … but it's a little confusing.” “Using your data, we were able to filter out the ions that corrupted their transporter patterns,” Grant said. “We re-materialised the four entities that stowed away with you on the runabout, the Grizzly detoured and got the rest.” Diaz raised an eyebrow. “How many did we get?” “All nineteen.” Dr Kearns bowed her head. “Needless to say, we owe you one … or rather we owe you a few, for the … unpleasantness.”“How much do you remember?” Diaz asked. “Nothing. We engaged our transporter to get into the storm shelter, we were cut off … and then I materialised on your ship.” Kearns shuddered. “The dreams are something else … strange … quite disturbing, and there's the knock-on effect...”“Which is?” Kearns gestured to the crew. “There's been a little distance between us.” Diaz nodded. “That's not surprising, I'm afraid.” “I gathered. It must have been awful down there … I can only apologise.” Diaz waved the apology away. “None of you were yourselves. We'll realise that before too long.” She looked past Kearns to the rest of the outpost personnel. The oldest was past sixty, the youngest a teenager, a fourteen or fifteen year old girl, looking longingly at the Starfleet crew. Past them, O'Hare and Shen'Zahr were standing by the viewport. “Excuse me, Doctor. Commander.” Grant nodded to her as she moved off. On the way, she noted Ovak and Corman sitting beside each other, the rest of the technicians horsing around with whatever it was they were eating. They were holding hands, their fingers locked together. Diaz caught Ovak's eye as she walked past, and he nodded to her with the ghost of a smile. Corman shot her a wink. Diaz chuckled as she continued on to the viewport. “Those two are none the worse for wear, huh?” O'Hare and Shen'Zahr turned to her. O'Hare looked exhausted, but offered her a grin. Shen'Zahr patted her on the shoulder. “You look like hell, Ro.” “Yeah, I'm not surprised.” O'Hare gazed out at the Antares Maelstrom. “That was a rough one. It's the first time since the war we'll be leaving someone behind.” Shen'Zahr folded her arms. “Ellie's alive, at least.” “That's what stops this being so horrible.” Diaz shifted her weight so she was leaning on the huge transparent surface. “They all lived. Even the outpost crew. Ellie will be alright … it'll take time, but she's in good hands.” O'Hare shook her head. “I can't help but think we got lucky.” “It usually feels like that right after,” Shen'Zahr said. “Doesn't mean it's true. Everything we could've done, we did. What happened to Ellie wasn't our fault, we have to believe that.” “Maybe,” O'Hare muttered, and moved away. “She's recovering, still,” Shen'Zahr said. “Give her a little time.” “Right,” Diaz sighed, rubbing her eyes. “Did I do alright down there, Shen?” “Sure, you were fine. Just keep your head.” “Okay.”Shen'Zahr gave her a sidelong look. “What's bothering you?” “Shelby asked me what I was trying to prove down there … and I don't thing she was wrong.” Shen'Zahr folded her arms and faced her. “What were you trying to prove?” “That I could still do it. Still lead an away team, still get the job done … with this …” Her fingertips brushed the visor. “That was the main question, wasn't it. Commanding the ship, I can do with the visor. Working the tactical controls, I can do with the visor, even though I haven't had to yet … we haven't had a ship-wide red alert that means I'd have to relieve Devlin. Away missions were a whole different thing.” Shen'Zahr nodded. “Well, you waste a lot more time doubting yourself than you did before.” Diaz snorted. “Thanks.” “You wanted to flee at the first sign of trouble, you panicked, and that made Shelby question you. She'd never admit it now, but she lost some respect for you down there.” “Right,” Diaz murmured. “She didn't lose it because of the visor,” Shen'Zahr said. “And ultimately, you proved that the visor doesn't have to get in your way. It hasn't changed your brain in any meaningful way, your analytical skills, even your decision-making, as long as you don't allow it to.” Diaz sighed. “Alright. I'll try.” “Ro.” “Yeah?” “We got out alive. We're alright. You've got room to learn, use it.”Diaz nodded, and allowed herself to smile. “I will.” Shen'Zahr patted her on the back. “Good. Now, let's go meet those ghost people for real, huh?” Diaz chuckled. “After you.”
Star Trek: Kodiak - Corner Of The Eye IV“Commander!” Holden yelled, spinning in his chair. “I've got it.”Grant leaped up from the captain's chair, and moved over to the comms station as Holden listened with his earpiece. His brow slowly furrowed. “The voice is Lieutenant Diaz … she says they're heading back to the Kodiak. Medical emergency.” Grant straightened up sharply. “Oaken, any sign of the Cub?”Oaken watched her scope carefully. “I don't think so. I'm getting a metallic echo on my sensors that wasn't at the outpost earlier. It's the pod.”“So they haven't taken off …” Grant ran a hand through his hair. “Mal, can you get me a stable connection to the surface?”“I can adapt what I did to clear up Ro's transmission,” Holden said. “I can have it done in about ten minutes.”Grant sat back down heavily. “This storm … is there any sign that it's abating?”Lieutenant Dahlberg shook her head from the helm. “Not according to the deflectors, sir.”Grant sighed. “Mal, let me know the second you're ready to transmit.”*** O'Hare slid back from the runabout's main computer. “Alright, we've got something here...”Diaz massaged her temples, and turned her head towards the sound of her voice. “What is it?”“The transporter logs show that the transporter was activated three days ago. All nineteen crewmen used it.”“At once?”“Right … according to this, they were all on the pad. It was set to beam them away on a timer, but … damn, it doesn't say where they were beamed to.”Diaz stood up. “It doesn't have to … we know where they were being beamed to … the storm shelter. All other access is blocked by damage to the structure.”“But … they're not in there now. We would have detected them when we landed, or when we were making our sweep.” Diaz paced, having to feel her way around the compartment. “Their patterns must have gotten scrambled with all the ions in the air. Anything on the sensor logs?” O'Hare sighed. “Every sensor went haywire for two days, I can't make much sense of it. This is why we have a science officer, right?”“At the time they beamed out, what do the logs say?”There was a pause as O'Hare worked. “There was a huge surge in ions, looks like the storm hit its peak. Probably when a lot of the structural damage happened.”“Right …” Diaz folded her arms. “Corman, what the hell's taking so long?”“Sorry, ma'am. Almost done,” Corman said from the rear compartment.“I got that damn visor so I wouldn't be blindly feeling my way around...”All of their communicators suddenly chirped urgently, interrupting her. She frowned, and withdrew it from her belt. “Kodiak to away team,” it said urgently. “Come in.”Diaz flipped it open quickly. “Kodiak, this is Diaz.”Commander Grant audibly sighed with relief. “Status.”“Neill and Ovak need immediate medical support, Commander.”“Understood. Sit tight, we'll get you out of there any way we can. Any sign of the station crew?”“We're working on answers for what's going on down here, sir, and I think we might be making progress. There are hostiles down here.”Grant paused. “What kind of hostiles?”“Honestly, sir, that's another one of the mysteries.”“What's our timeframe?”The doctor cut into the channel from the bunkroom, serving as her makeshift sickbay. “At the rate she's deteriorating, we'll lose Neill in less than an hour.”“We'll have you back here in thirty minutes,” Grant said. The defiance, the confidence in his voice, almost made Diaz believe him.“See you in thirty, Commander,” she said, almost as confidently. “If there's anything you need from us, just call.”“Stay alive, Lieutenant. All of you. Stay alive.”The channel closed.Diaz stood there for a moment, going over the possibilities. “Can the runabout be airborne in thirty minutes?”“We can try for dustoff in twenty,” Corman said, approaching from the rear compartment. “I've got a couple of presents for you.”The metal of the visor brushed against her hand, and Diaz fixed in back over her eyes, waiting for a moment as the neural interface connected with her optic nerve. When the runabout faded into view, there was a slightly sickening indigo tint over everything. “This is going to take a little getting used to,” she grumbled.“It gets better,” Corman said, holding up a tricorder. “This was the holdup. I modified the lateral scanning beam to take readings on the same wavelength as the visor. You'll be able to get more accurate readings of the entities if you see them.”“Good job, Corman.”“Thanks, ma'am. The doctor's got something for you as well.”Diaz raised an eyebrow, and moved into the aft compartment. Shen'Zahr looked up at her briefly, just long enough for Diaz to see how bloodshot they were, how much her antennae were drooping. “On the table.”Diaz walked over, looking Neill and Ovak as she did so. Ovak was laying still, looking vaguely peaceful, although his skin had taken on a pallor. Neill, however, was as waxen as an embalmed corpse. Her eyes looked to be sinking into her skull. Diaz swallowed. “What's the prognosis?”“I'd rather you let me worry about that, Lieutenant,” the doctor said. “You know our time frame.”Diaz thought about pressing the issue, but decided against it. She looked at the objects on the table instead. They seemed to be a pair of armbands, with a series of circuit clusters and controls attached to them. “What have you cooked up here?”“The entities seem drawn towards living things, somehow. Don't ask me how, or what they're homing in on specifically … but I adapted those personal radiation shields to project a dampening field that will mask your lifesigns. If you need to go back in there, you and another person will have some protection, in theory.”Diaz nodded. “Good work. Only these two?”“There were only two armbands, and those … things haven't come outside, as far as we know.”“Alright. We're out of here in twenty minutes, so get Ellie and Ovak ready for travel.”Shen'Zahr nodded, and Diaz said no more, moving back into the cockpit. *** “You want to take the Kodiak into the atmosphere?” Miura said, dumbfounded.Grant leaned on the briefing room table and nodded. Dahlberg gritted her teeth. “Commander … I don't know if I'm up to piloting the Kodiak in there.”Miura patted her on the shoulder and shook his head. “No, no, you'll be fine. With enough power in the deflectors and the thrusters …”Dahlberg looked no less worried.“We may not have a choice …” Oaken said. “They won't get off the surface in the Cub, or in the runabout assigned to the outpost … not unless they've made extensive modifications.”“All you need to do at the helm is keep us stable,” Grant said to Dahlberg. “We probably won't have to go too far in, they'll take off and we'll intercept them. T'Vet, we'll need the tractor beam.”“Of course, Commander. I would suggest modifying the transporters as well. It would be an effective back up.” Grant nodded. “Agreed, but only if we're desperate. Put the science team on that. You too, Mr Holden, you got through the interference with a comm channel, it's a good start.” Holden nodded. “Aye, sir.” “Get on it, people. The clock's ticking. Dismissed.”***Diaz kept her breathing steady. The corridors of the station were full of the entities, drifting through the walls, floating in place, spinning slowly, what would be the head turning to the left and right. O'Hare was keeping pace with her, staying close. “How many?”“I can see eight of them,” Diaz whispered. “They're looking for something, I think.”“Us...” O'Hare muttered.“Probably.” Diaz scanned them with her tricorder, getting detailed energy readings. She frowned at the readouts. “Shelby, look at … whoa!”She yanked O'Hare backwards as two of the entities phased through the bulkhead directly to their left. They stood, hyperventilating, as they swept past, towards the labs and crew quarters.“They're hunting …” Diaz muttered. “They know that people congregate in those areas, they're making a sweep.” “Not just people, the arboretum too, the insects...” O'Hare added. “Ovak and Neill were attacked in the lab.”Diaz raised her tricorder again. “Do these readings look familiar to you?” “Wait … yeah they do. From the transporter logs, they look like energy patterns. That's … strange.” Diaz thought for a moment. “Do you think you can analyse the patterns than have been in the outpost transporter's buffer?”“They'll be in the logs, sure. What are you thinking?”“I'm thinking … I might be able to guess what happened to the outpost's crew.”***Corman connected the last of the duotronic circuits, and did a final check on the systems. The runabout was, in theory, ready for flight, with enough power to break orbit.She stood up and wiped her brow, moving towards the aft compartment. Shen'Zahr was singularly focused on Neill, increasing the charge on the neural stimulator. A hypospray was sitting on the table beside her, filled with a bright red fluid. Corman shuddered at the sight of Neill, she looked like a corpse.“We're almost ready to go, doctor. I thought you should know.”“Thank you, Laura.”“What's in the hypo?”Shen'Zahr looked up sharply. “Don't touch it, whatever you do.”Corman withdrew her hand quickly.“It's cordrazine. It's for emergencies, restarting the heart during cardiac arrest.”“Cardiac...”“Yes, it's that bad,” Shen'Zahr grunted. Corman sighed. “Well, we're ready to go as soon as Diaz and O'Hare get back.”“Glad to hear it.”Corman's eyes lingered on Ovak. He seemed peaceful, but his skin had started to go pale. She leaned over and held his hand for a moment. It was as cold as the snows outside the runabout.“I'll warm up the engines,” she muttered. “It'll be bumpy.”“They'll be strapped in,” Shen'Zahr said with a nod.Back in the cockpit, Corman sat down at the helm controls and activated the start up sequence. There was a flash of ion lighting, and the outpost's shields flared outside the viewport. Corman looked up in alarm, then laughed to herself.Movement caught her attention. A figure appeared outside of the main entrance. Corman squinted at it as it was joined by another, that seemed to pass straight through the wall. A third and fourth quickly followed. They were heading straight for the runabout.Corman opened her communicator quickly, and set it to broadcast. “This is Corman, open channel. We've got a problem. The runabout's about to have some visitors.” *** In the outpost's transporter room, Diaz and O'Hare exchanged a glance. “This is Diaz. How many?”“Six, now. They'll reach the runabout in around two minutes.”Diaz bit her lip. “Sit tight, do whatever you have to.”“Understood.”The channel closed. O'Hare stood up. “We have to go, now.”“They'll beat us there, we have to get the data. That's an order.”“Ro...”“Do it, Lieutenant!”O'Hare gritted her teeth, and looked back at the ruined transporter's computer, continuing her download. “There are four people in that runabout, two of them critical. If they die, that's on you.” “You don't have to remind me,” Diaz snapped. *** On the Kodiak's bridge, Grant listened to Corman and Diaz carefully. He hammered the intercom.“Bridge to engineering. How long?” “Still another ten minutes,” Miura said.“You've got five, chief.”Miura caught his tone. “We'll be ready in three.”“Good man. Dahlberg, plot your course into the atmosphere.”***There were nine of them now, on a direct course for the runabout. Shen'Zahr stood beside Corman, watching them. “Can you raise the shields?”Corman nodded. “I could … but if I do that we might not have the power to get out of the atmosphere. The batteries aren't fully charged, even connected to the power grid.” “And Neill and Ovak won't make it … can we take off?” “No, the computer's still calibrating for the modifications we made.” Shen'Zahr gritted her teeth, and ran back into the rear compartment. She recalibrated the neural stimulator attached to Neill, and injected her with the cordrazine. Neill gave an involuntary sharp intake of breath, which quickly steadied.Shen'Zahr loaded her hypospray with adrenalin and thorazine, the same mix she had given to both Neill and Ovak after they had been attacked. “Doctor...?!” “Hold on!”She quickly calibrated another neural stimulator, and ran back into the cockpit, just as two of the spectres phased through the viewport.Corman was pressed against the bulkhead, eyes wide. Shen'Zahr grasped her hand. “Hold still.” Corman stared at her as she fixed the neural stimulator to her forehead. “What are you doing?” “This will preserve your higher brain functions,” the doctor grunted through gritted teeth.Corman sagged. “Oh God … doctor … please …”Five of the entities were now in the cockpit, and the closest was a metre away.“Laura, you'll be alright. Trust me.”The entities reached for Corman. Shen'Zahr activated the neural stimulator. Corman stared at her, tears running down her face. “Laura, you're going to be alright. I promise.”Corman's whole body tense as tendrils of light entered her chest, and she began shaking violently. Shen'Zahr pressed the hypospray against her wrist, and administered the full dose. She leaped back into the rear compartment as the spectres reached for her too. She continued backing up, reloading the hypospray with a fresh dose of the same mix. She calibrated her last neural stimulator, and fixed it to her forehead. Four entities phased through the wall, and moved towards her. She pulled out her communicator. “Shen'Zahr to Diaz.”“Shen! What's your status?”“Pretty bad. Corman's down, I'm about twenty seconds away from following her.” “Hold on, we're on our …”“No, stay out of sight. The runabout's ready to go, you can lift off when you get back, but make it quick.” She heard her own voice taking on a panicked edge as the spectres floated closer and closer. “I gave Ellie a shot of cordrazine, she needs to be back on the Kodiak in twelve minutes.”“Un...understood.”Shen'Zahr shut the communicator and dropped it. She activated the neural stimulator, and pressed the hypospray against her neck, thumb against the release. When they attacked her, her muscles would tense, and the injection would be administered on her reflex.All four of them struck at once. It was as if every nerve in her body had been set on fire. Her vision immediately went white. Her throat filled with bile and foam, and she knew no more.*** Diaz and O'Hare crouched, watching as nine ghostly figures floated away from the runabout, and drifted back towards the outpost.The communicator shook in O'Hare's hand. “O'Hare to Shen'Zahr. Shen, come in.”Diaz focused the tricorder on the entities as one of them phased through the bulkhead next to them. “Shelby, look at this.”“Shen! Talk to me!”Diaz put a hand on her shoulder, but she slapped it away. “Shelby, I'm serious.”O'Hare glared at her as she held out the tricorder, and frowned at the readout. “But that's …” “The same as the patterns logged in the transporter buffer,” Diaz finished. “Those things, those creatures … they're the outpost crew.”...
Star Trek: Kodiak - Corner Of The Eye IIINeill thrashed on the stretcher, so hard that Corman and Ovak almost dropped it. They had taken care to wrap her up in her warm weather gear, but as the snow hit her, she seemed to shudder even more. “Diaz to Kodiak!” Diaz shouted over the howling winds. “We have a medical emergency! We need to get back to the ship, now!” *** Grant leaned over the communications console as Holden quickly adjusted the Kodiak's transmission receiver. The away team's call was thick with distortion. “There's a voice in here,” Holden said, his fingers dancing across the controls. “I can't tell who it is … or what they're saying. I can try and clear it up after the fact …” “Do what you can, Mal.” The Kodiak shook as a gravitational wave smashed against it. “Helm, status?” “We're holding position above the outpost,” Dahlberg said. “The waves are getting stronger, but for the moment we're in no danger.” The transmission from the surface stopped. “They're cut off,” Holden said. “Atmospheric ions are increasing exponentially.” Grant swallowed. “Clean it up as quickly as you can. Get whatever help you need from the science and engineering divisions. Tell them it's top of our priority list.” “Will do, Commander.” Grant slowly sat back down in the captain's chair. His heart was thumping, he couldn't stop his hands moving. He picked up a padd from the holder in the armrest, full of status updates from the Kodiak's department heads that he had already read twice. He couldn't take his mind off the people on the surface. Good officers, good friends … and Shelby O'Hare. If she was in danger … This was the price they paid, for falling in love on the final frontier. Worry, anguish, the knowledge that any decision he made could lead to one of their deaths. *** O'Hare leaped into the shuttlepod's pilot seat. She glanced back as the rest of the away team strapped in. Shen'Zahr was trying to administer a hypospray into Neill's neck, but there was no way to keep her still. “Ovak, hold her down!” The doctor shouted. Ovak braced himself against Neill's upper chest, holding her head still, and Shen'Zahr pressed the hypo against her jugular vein. “Alright, that should help her blood cells carry oxygen, and clear her airways … Corman, hand me the neural stimulator from my medkit.” As Corman rummaged through the doctor's supplies, Diaz threw her communicator down in frustration. “I can't get through to the ship.” “Well, we've got other problems,” O'Hare muttered. “There's no way we can get out of the atmosphere, not with these crosswinds.” “Boost power to the thrusters.” “It doesn't matter how much power I put into them, with the amount of ions in the atmosphere...” “Shelby, I don't want to hear that, I want a way to get us off this rock!” “And I'm telling you it's not possible!” O'Hare snapped. “Make it possible!” Diaz yelled. “Shut up!” Shen'Zahr roared from behind them. She took a breath and finished her calibrations to the neural stimulator. She activated it, and wiped her brow. “I've preserved Neill's higher brain functions, for now, but I can't keep her alive down here. She's got three hours, tops.” “If the Cub is not powerful enough to reach the Kodiak, perhaps the runabout is,” Ovak said. “The vessel is capable of low warp speeds, therefore …” “... we could use its warp engine to boost power to the structural integrity and impulse engines,” O'Hare muttered. “If it's undamaged, it's Neill's best chance.” Diaz leaned back in the co-pilot's seat. “O'Hare, Ovak, see what you can do with the runabout. Doctor, take Neill there too, there may be spare medical equipment aboard. Ovak, you're with me. How much more work did you and Corman still need to do to get the shield generator working?” “Very little, Lieutenant. There are only a few connections to make to the main power supply, and it will be fully operational.” “Alright … move out.” The words came out as a dull grunt, rather than an order, but the away team set to work. “Set your phasers on heavy stun.” *** Diaz and Ovak walked through the corridors with their phasers drawn, making their way towards the shield systems. Diaz was jumping at every shadow, every noise. Whistling, sighing sounds travelled along the bulkheads. Perhaps the wind, perhaps not … “Ovak, if you sense anything...” “I will inform you immediately, Lieutenant.” “Good.” They slowed their pace as they closed in on the generator, and the tricorder began faintly chirping. Diaz moved close to the bulkhead, and edged forwards. Ovak nudged her. A few beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead, despite the cold. He pointed towards the corridor that had been blocked by debris, the one leading to the storm shelter. Diaz peered around the corner. There was nothing but the rubble, no sign of any of the entities that had attacked Neill. “You sure?” she whispered. “Affirmative.” The station shook, and two of the nearby conduits burst in a shower of sparks. The structure began to groan as the wind picked up. Diaz gritted her teeth. “No choice. We need those shields up. Go.” Ovak nodded, and they ran to the emitter. Ovak began finishing the repairs, and Diaz pressed her back against the wall, keeping her eyes on as much of the room and corridor as she could. “You sense those things in the storm shelter?” “I think so, Lieutenant...” he grunted. “It is most … disconcerting. The emotions are distorted, scrambled, confusing … painful … it is difficult to focus.” “If they're in the shelter … that suggests they can move through the bulkheads.” “That is also disconcerting.” Diaz scanned the room all around them, suddenly aware of their vulnerability. “Time?” “I am aligning the final emitter now.” There was a sudden hum from the machinery, and the sounds of straining and creaking around them immediately fell silent. “Good work,” Diaz murmured. “Now, let's get back to the runabout.” The station seemed to be silently watching them. The shadows felt longer, the air thicker. The corridors flashed as ion lightning crashed against the shields. Diaz opened her communicator, and lowered her voice as much as she could. Now that it was so quiet, every noise felt like a cacophony. “Diaz to O'Hare.” “I hear you,” she responded. “It's a lot easier to work here now the winds aren't threatening to turn the runabout over.” “How are things out there?” She heard O'Hare sigh. “Neill isn't any better … doctor's doing what she can. Me and Corman are re-routing every engine system, but it'll be twelve hours work with just the two of us and what we have on hand.” “Make it three.” There was a muffled curse on the other end of the channel. “We'll take whatever shortcuts we can.” “I'll bring your other technician back, soon, don't worry.” “You'd better, Lieutenant.” O'Hare closed the channel. Diaz sighed and put the communicator back in its pouch on her belt. “Lieutenant …” Ovak muttered. “Curious …” “What is it?” Ovak moved across to the other side of the corridor. A doorway stood ajar, and through the crack sparks flashed and spat. He peered in, and began pulling the doors apart. Inside, the station's transporter room was a mess of smashed pads, tangled wires, and scorched control panels. Diaz glanced back and forth up and down the corridor, before moving up next to Ovak. “An overload?” she whispered. “Affirmative. The transporter must have been in operation at the time.” Diaz sighed and rubbed her brow. “And if someone had been transporting when the system overloaded...” “It would have been fatal.” Diaz's shoulders slumped. “Right … that accounts for a few of the missing crew, probably.” “But where are the rest, and where did the entities come from?” “Right … you think you can recover any logs from that mess?” Ovak nodded. *** Shen'Zahr sat beside Neill, watching her lifesigns as they slowly deteriorated. It was only by the tiniest fraction, but it was the same every time she looked at the screens; a little lower, an inch closer to death. The runabout's rear compartment was small, and the only place for Neill was on one of the narrow bunks. Shen'Zahr could see the wind and snow battering against the shields around the station, their little bubble of calm, as if they were in a reverse snow globe. If it weren't full of ghosts, she would have almost felt safe. “Mind if I come in for a bit?” Shen'Zahr glanced around. O'Hare had a toolkit in her hand, and was moving towards the maintenance hatch in the floor. “Can we leave yet?” Shen'Zahr asked dully. “We're working on it …” O'Hare grunted. “How's Ellie?” “No better than she was.” “We'll get her out of here,” O'Hare said. Her voice had taken on a defiant edge, but it sounded too close to desperation. Shen'Zahr looked at Neill's life readings again. Her heart rate was a beat slower than the last time she looked. “On the ship, I told her she was worrying about nothing. I thought she was being silly. That she'd watched too many of Mal's horror movies.” “We had no way of knowing that we'd be walking into something like this. The pod could only hold six people, this is the biggest and best prepared team we could've taken. We did our best with low information.” “Our best isn't good enough,” the doctor muttered bitterly. “You know what the worst thing is? Everything I'd need to save her life is ten minutes away, a short hop in a shuttlepod … but this ice hole of a planet has other ideas.” Her communicator chirped, and she snarled at it. “Shen'Zahr here.” “How's Neill?” Diaz asked hesitantly, on the other end of the transmission. “Bad.” “I … I'm sorry, doctor, but I need you to analyse something for me, using the runabout's central computer.” Shen'Zahr steadied herself. “I can access it from back here. What do you need?” “Ovak's sending the station's transporter and science logs. Could be some answers.” Shen'Zahr nodded. “Well, I've got something for you too. I can say almost for certain what happened to the plants and animals. What … happened to Neill … was intense neural shock. An intense, concentrated burst of electrostatic energy completely overloaded her nervous system. Before she was attacked, Ellie was analysing samples of the plant and insect life. They show similar damage.” “So … the entities killed everything.” “Looks that way.” Diaz paused. “Have any of you seen any of those things outside the station?” Shen'Zahr looked up at O'Hare, who shook her head. “Corman hasn't mentioned anything either, but we've been a little preoccupied to look out of the viewports.” The doctor gritted her teeth. “Unknown.” “Alright … we're heading … Ovak?” The channel fell silent. Shen'Zahr looked up at O'Hare in alarm. The silence was suddenly broken by the shrill scream of a phaser. *** As Diaz looked towards the corridor, she froze. Three of the figures were flickering in and out of sight, standing on the threshold of the science labs. “Ovak...” “I see them.” Diaz levelled her phaser at the spectres. “Stay back.” As one, they advanced into the room. Diaz and Ovak fired their phasers, but the beams passed straight through the translucent bodies. One of the computer banks exploded behind them. “They do not seem to be capable of fast movement,” Ovak said. “We could outmanoeuvre them, perhaps.” The three entities extended their arms towards them, gliding slowly across the floor. Tendrils of energy flickered from their chests and backs. “Draw them in, group them up, and then we move around them, straight for the door,” Diaz hissed. “Agreed.” Diaz moved closer to Ovak, and fired her phaser again. The beam left a scorch mark on the wall, but again did nothing to the creatures bearing down on them. She stepped back, further and further, until her back touched the laboratory viewport. “You go left, I go right.” Ovak nodded. “Now.” She pushed off the viewport and ran. The closest spectre reached for her. She dodged away, looping around the main laboratory computer. The way to the door was clear. She sprinted for it, casting a glance towards Ovak. He spun away from the clutches of one of the entities, but as Diaz watched, three more of them phased through the bulkhead behind him. She skidded to a halt. “Ovak!” He didn't have a chance to turn. His eyes widened, tendrils of light piercing into his torso, his head. He dropped his phaser, body convulsing. Diaz fired, but the beam had as little effect as before. She gritted her teeth, and switched the phaser to kill. She fired a three second beam at the creatures around Ovak, aiming carefully. None of them even flinched. The spectres withdrew their tendrils from the Vulcan, and he dropped to the floor. They began drifting away, back through the bulkhead. Diaz fired after them, turning her phaser to an even higher setting. The next shot blasted a hole in the bulkhead, but the spectres ignored her, continuing to float away. She ran to Ovak, who was shaking, his eyes white slits. She tried to pick him up by his shoulders, but he was too heavy. She fumbled with her communicator, managing to flip it open. “Diaz to runabout!” she barked into it. “This is O'Hare!” “Ovak's down in the science labs! I need help, now!” “We heard your phaser over the comm, me and Shen are heading your way, hold on!” *** Shen'Zahr silently worked on keeping Ovak stable, her attention split between him and Neill. Judging by how quickly she moved between them, neither took priority over the other. Diaz, O'Hare and Corman watched her work silently. Corman wrung her hands, watching Ovak with reddening eyes. “Come here, you two,” Diaz whispered. “Let her work.” O'Hare had to almost force Corman away from the doorway, but she came eventually. “God … I'm sorry, Lieutenant.” Diaz shook her head. “It's alright … we're all feeling it. How's your work coming here?” O'Hare sighed. “We can be ninety minutes from an attempt at clearing the atmosphere.” “A successful attempt?” “We cut a lot of corners,” Corman muttered. Diaz sat down heavily. “Better than staying here.” O'Hare nodded. “It's a hell of a thing. Ghosts … or whatever they are. Phasers don't affect them, even on high settings. They move through bulkheads. They appear and disappear at will, at least they seem to.” “Right …” Diaz leaned forwards. “You saw them … in the sleeping quarters, right?” “And the labs. It was when the lightning flashed.” Corman frowned and sat at the science console, running a series of scans on the atmospheric disturbance. “The lighting is putting out bursts of concentrated ultraviolet light.” “How does that help us?” “Give me twenty minutes, I'm pretty sure I could adapt your visor to see on that spectrum.” O'Hare nodded. “It's a bit of a warning, if nothing else. Means we can steer clear.” Diaz unstrapped the visor and took it off, grunting at the sudden and disorienting darkness. “Mmn. You know, on balance, the headaches I get from this thing are a fine trade-off for sight.” “Won't be long,” she heard Corman say. Diaz sighed and rubbed her eyes. “You want to go back in there, don't you,” O'Hare muttered. Diaz turned her head towards her voice. “Want to? No. I've got a feeling we have to.” “Better we sit tight, if you ask me.” “I wasn't,” Diaz snapped. “Well you're going to hear it, anyway,” O'Hare countered. “There are four of us left. Shen'Zahr has to monitor Ovak and Neill, so that's three. At least one of us has to work on the runabout, ideally two or more, in order to get us out of here in the first place. If we lose anyone else, we might never get off the planet.” “Noted.” “So why go back in?” “Because we still have basically no idea what happened here, Shelby. We've got some data we can analyse now … but there are nineteen people unaccounted for. Where did these things come from? Are they native to the planet? Are they a weapon? Are they going to be a threat to other starbases, or the populated planet in this star system?” She heard O'Hare stand up sharply. “You don't want to fail the mission? That's it?” “What are you-” “Those people are gone. They're still going to be gone if we leave for a couple of days and come back with a new team after the storm.” “The storm could last days, and the people here, wherever they are, could die while we're away.” “They could already be dead.” Diaz sat back and threw up her hands. “So we just give on them?” “Those creatures out there killed every living thing in the outpost, most likely including the outpost crew. What are you trying to prove, Ro?” Diaz gritted her teeth. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” The door to the aft compartment opened, and heavy footsteps pounded into the cockpit. “You two finished?” Diaz stood. “Doctor …” “Save it. Solutions, please. What do we know?” Diaz sighed. “They're incorporeal. They move through bulkheads. They're visible in ionised UV light … but Ovak and I could see them almost constantly during the last attack.” “You were in the lab, the viewport in there is huge,” O'Hare said. “With how much lightning there is now …” “Right …” Diaz said. “But in the corridors, they'd be invisible to the naked eye.” “Do you think they went straight to you and Ovak? Were they looking for you?” Shen'Zahr muttered. Diaz shrugged. “I don't know. They went for Neill when she was alone. They ambushed Ovak. That suggests tactical thinking.” “But they didn't attack you …” Shen'Zahr said. “Why not? How many were there?” “Six.” “They had you cold. They should have attacked you as well … so why didn't they?” Diaz stretched her neck and leaned on the bulkhead. “I fired at them with a phaser, but like I said, that didn't do anything. They didn't consider me a threat, why would they. Best guess?” Shen'Zahr paced for a moment. “Instinct. That's the best I can do with what we have. They're operating on instinct. They were probably satisfied with whatever they got from Ovak.” “What did they get?” “Natural bio-electricity. Ovak's and Neill's nervous systems were completely disrupted. They're only alive because of the neural stimulators.” “Here's a question … how are they tracking us?” O'Hare asked. “Can they track that energy?” “Maybe …” Shen'Zahr said thoughtfully. Diaz pushed off the wall. “Could you mask our lifesigns somehow?” Shen'Zahr sighed. “I don't know. Maybe, if we have the equipment.” “How long?” “I don't know … half an hour? Forty minutes?” “Do it. Shelby, look over those transporter logs, and the lab records. See if there's any sign of where the entities came from, or where the station crew is. We can't just cower in this runabout … not if there's a solution to this. Not if our people are still alive.”
Star Trek: Kodiak - Corner Of The Eye IIThe away team moved up towards the entrance to the outpost, huddled in their cold weather gear. The temperature on Agaron VII was twenty five degrees below zero in the sunlight, chilly even for Shen'Zahr.Diaz squinted up at the windows of the main building. There was no movement behind them at all, although the lights were on. From the exterior, everything appeared normal.At the door, Ovak opened the thermal shield protecting the door controls. “The entry is still powered, Lieutenant.”Diaz nodded, and he triggered the release. The doors slid aside.Cautiously, Diaz entered the main entrance, hand on her phaser. There was no sound of life, only the occasional whir and bleep of distant machinery. She waved the other members in, and undid her thick thermal coat. “Feels like the temperature regulators are still operational.”“Most of the power systems are stable,” Corman said, reading her tricorder closely.“But still no lifesigns,” Shen'Zahr muttered.“Alright …” Diaz said. She looked around at the entrance, where two corridors split off to the left and right. “Let's split up. Corman, Ovak, with me. We'll head to the main generators and the storm shelter. Maybe someone made it in there, and if they didn't … we may find out why. The rest of you, head for the living quarters and the science labs.”The team nodded. Shen'Zahr, O'Hare and Neill moved down the right hand corridor.***O'Hare's nose wrinkled at the smell; a dry, musty scent. It was getting stronger the closer they got to the living quarters.“Can you smell that?” Neill muttered.Shen'Zahr nodded. “Yeah … smells like a kind of organic rot … but … there's …”In the corridor ahead of them, there were rows of deep shelves on the walls, stretching along the entire length of it. There were stacked three high, and held tangles of limp, brown tendrils, and shrivelled globules of grey and brown. Flowers that should have been yellow and pink were crispy and wrinkled.“Huh, smart idea,” Shen'Zahr muttered.“What is?” O'Hare said.“An outpost like this, in this kind of environment, can get lonely, even with a crew of nineteen. The expansion of their arboretum is good for air quality, a bit of colour.”“Not right now it isn't,” O'Hare said with a grimace.Neill scanned the dead plants, as Shen'Zahr touched one gingerly. “No-one left to water them … but we'd be able to smell them much more strongly if they were rotting.”“It's not just the plants that are dead,” Neill said, frowning. “The microbes in the soil are dead, the bacteria that should be consuming the remains are completely inert.”Shen'Zahr crouched. “Here, too, look at this.”O'Hare looked down. There were a number of shrivelled, black and yellow specks on the floor. She crouched beside the doctor, and raised an eyebrow. They were bees.“Same readings here,” Neill said. “They're dead … but don't ask me how they died. It's as if they just … had the life sucked out of them.”“We'd need to use more sophisticated equipment,” Shen'Zahr said. “The labs will have what we need, probably. Neill, get a sample.”Neill picked up one of the bees and put it in a small glass container in her medical kit.“Come on,” Shen'Zahr said. “I've got a feeling that we're about to find the crew …”***Ovak moved out from under the outpost's power generator and approached Diaz. “Lieutenant, the power systems are stable, but there have been overloads in several conduits all over the outpost. The failsafes have cut the conduits off. We can re-route them to restore the central computer.”Diaz nodded. “Map out the conduits, and we'll start. I'd rather we stay together for the time being.”“Understood.”Diaz's communicator beeped. “O'Hare to Diaz.”“Go ahead, Shelby.”“We haven't found any bodies yet, but the station crew are probably dead. Every potentially living thing we've seen is dead, down to the microbe. Plants, insects, even pet mice in the crew quarters. All dead.”“That's … unsettling. How?”“A complete breakdown of the nervous system, due to massive electrostatic shock, according to the doctor. Cause unknown.”Diaz glanced down and turned her phaser to heavy stun. “Understood, keep at it.”“We will, O'Hare out.”Corman and Ovak approached slowly, noting the posture that Diaz had taken on. She looked at them. “You have the map of the outpost power conduits?”Corman nodded.“Good. Phasers out, just to be on the safe side.”The technicians glanced at each other and nodded.“Let's go.”They moved from the generator chamber and down the corridor, padding carefully. The first conduit was completely blown out, debris had scattered across the floor, burned scraps of metal and singe marks across the thin carpet.In the middle of it all was a footprint.Diaz dropped to one knee next to it and scanned it with her tricorder. Corman and Ovak began examining the conduit, but they had half an eye on the mark.“Adult female print,” Diaz muttered. “Someone was alive here after the ion storm.”“So where are they?” Corman said.“Let me worry about that,” Diaz said. “You two, get on with that conduit.”She flipped open her communicator. “Diaz to Shen'Zahr …”***Grant listened to the report from the away team, frowning. “Oaken, what do you make of that?”She shook her head. “I … I'm not sure. It's been almost four days since the storm, that's a long time for something to happen.”“I know … that's the worrying part.”“Should we scrub the mission?” Diaz said over the comm channel.“Once you've finished your sweep, that might be the best idea. If there's still someone down there they could be in trouble.”“Understood. We can be back on the shuttle within two hours.”Grant nodded. “Watch yourselves, Grant out.”The channel closed. Grant straightened up and stroked his chin. “Devlin, any indication of another ship in orbit, now or over the last four days?”“No, sir. No warp trails, no residual traces. Nothing on the visual logs.”Grant sighed. “Keep an eye out.”“Aye, sir.”Oaken's console blared an alarm suddenly. “Commander … I'm reading a massive gravitational wave heading this way. It's carrying a lot of charged ions, we could be looking at another storm.” She gritted her teeth. “It's coming in fast. Very fast.”Grant sat down in the captain's chair. “Dahlberg, turn us into the wave, and drop anchor.”She nodded from the helm and engaged the impulse engines. “Aye, sir.”“Holden, contact the away team. Get them back up here, now.”His fingers flew across the console, and he cursed under his breath. “I can't get through. Ionic interference is increasing exponentially!”“Shields up, red alert!”***“Doctor!”Shen'Zahr looked around. Neill was focusing on one of the lab readouts, connected to the orbital sensors. Warning lights were flashing frantically. The nurse ran over to it and keyed in to the displays.“It's a storm warning. There's another ion front incoming!”Everyone's communicator blared all at once, and Commander Grant's voice came over the distorted transmission. “Kodiak to away team, come in. There's a gravitational wave on fast approach, it'll be on you in ten minutes.”“Orson, this is O'Hare, there's no way we'll make it to you in ten minutes on the shuttle. It can't handle anything like that.”There was a pause from the starship. “Alright, in that case, batten down every hatch you can. We're working on either getting you back, or feeding more power to the outpost. Comms are going to be almost completely out … stay safe.”“We'll try, Commander,” Diaz said, from the other end of the outpost. “Away team out.”The channel closed.“Doctor, they have procedures here to deal with stormfronts,” Neill said. “It's going to kick up a lot of snow.”Shen'Zahr nodded. “Alright, make sure the temperature controls stay online. This is a rescue mission, the last thing we want to do is freeze to death. Shelby, will the shuttle be alright?”O'Hare nodded. “The thermal shields should hold, and the windbreaks will help them remain in place.”The doctor nodded again. “Good. Let's get to work.”***Diaz slammed her communicator closed. “Corman, Ovak, we've got ten minutes. I want the station's shields up in eight.”The technicians nodded. Ovak checked his tricorder. “The shield generator is ahead of us, to the right, past that intersection.”The three of them took off at a run. As they approached, the air took on a sudden chill, that struck Diaz to the bone. The intersection on their right had caved in, the ceiling breached, and a thin dusting of snow had covered the bulkhead.Outside the workspace that held various machinery, including the shield generator. “Get to it, quickly.”The techs moved swiftly into the room. Diaz took a breath and looked around, steeling herself against the cold.She took out her tricorder and looked at the floor plan of the outpost. She moved back to the intersection. The storm shelter lay beyond the caved in section.She boosted the scanners. Still no lifesigns. She switched to a different sensor, looking for biomatter, bodies, tissue of any kind. Still nothing.Diaz sighed. Maybe the crew had evacuated, although there was nowhere to go.She returned to the technicians. “Do you need any help?”Corman looked around. “Yes, ma'am. Could you calibrate the emitters?”Diaz opened one of the panels in the side of the generator, and began aligning the shield emitters.“That corridor leads to the station's storm shelter, doesn't it?” Corman muttered.“Yes.”“Anyone back there?”“No lifesigns. No bodies.”Corman went silent, but Diaz could see her whole body tense up. “Where the hell are they?”There was a sudden clang from the other side of the machinery. Diaz frowned. “Ovak?”Corman looked up. “Ovak? You okay?”“Keep working, Corman, I'll check it out.” Diaz moved around the generator. Ovak was leaning with one hand on the bulkhead, his eyes tightly closed. The spanner he had been using was laying on the floor.“Ovak? Are you alright?”His eyes opened suddenly, intense and bloodshot with green. Diaz slowly walked over to him, and touched his arm gently.He focused on her, and his eyes regained a little of their calm. “I … apologise, Lieutenant.”“What happened?”“I had an … intense telepathic experience.”Diaz frowned. “I didn't realise Vulcans were telepathic.”“Much of our power is latent, and does not manifest until our later years. You are aware of the mind meld?”“Yeah … but … I don't know, I didn't realise you could sense things in ways other than that.”“The emotion must be large, or powerful. This was … intense pain. Grief. Confusion.”Diaz looked around. “Are you saying there's someone here? Alive?”“Unknown.”“The station crew?”“Unknown.”Diaz felt her heart begin thumping harder. “I'll keep an eye out. Get back to the repairs.”“Yes, ma'am.”***O'Hare, Shen'Zahr and Neill walked back into the crew quarters. It had the best insulation from the storm's effects. The viewports and bulkheads were well reinforced, and extra rations were stored in the supply compartments.“Why does it have to be here?” O'Hare muttered.“It makes sense,” Shen'Zahr said. “The living quarters are second best to the storm shelter. It's like an escape pod.”“Everything in here is dead,” O'Hare grunted. “Everything down to the damn plant.”“But not from the storms,” Neill said from the viewport. She was scanning them with her tricorder. “The insulation is holding, it looks barely a month old.”“So what happened? What happened to the plants, the animals? Where is everyone?”“I can make a start on that sample,” Neill said. “At least a preliminary scan. We don't have to be sheltered in here for a few more minutes.”There was a flash of ion lightning outside the station, in the distance. Shen'Zahr grimaced. “Be quick about it, I want you back here in three minutes.”Neill nodded, and left the room at a jog.O'Hare started pacing. “You want me to try Diaz again?”“No, no point. We don't know how long this storm will last, might as well inventory the supplies.”O'Hare rolled her eyes. “Oh, the excitement …”Shen'Zahr snorted, glancing out at the snow. “Just make sure it's hot, huh?”There was another bolt of lightning as O'Hare crossed to the bunks, this time much closer. It illuminated the room in a fierce blue light, and something appeared in the corner of her eye. She stopped, and stared.They were thin, twisted. They were standing around the beds, drifting towards the viewport. The figures seemed to be made of rapidly-fading light, and when she blinked, they were gone.“Shen!” O'Hare hissed, hand on her phaser. “We're … I don't think we're alone.”***Diaz's tricorder chirped. She looked at it quickly.“What was that?” Corman said, glancing up from the shield emitters.“Sounded like a reading on the energy sensors, hold on …”“No …” Corman stood up slowly. “In the corner …”Diaz looked up. A shadow crossed the chamber, closing in on the doorway.“Hello?” Diaz kept the waver out of her voice as best as she could, but the shadow didn't pause. It moved out into the corridor.She glanced at Ovak. He was staring at the space the shadow had inhabited, his body very still.Before Diaz could speak, there was a sound from the corridor. It was high pitched, a guttural whine, screeching between the bulkheads and ringing in their ears. Diaz winced, and drew her phaser.“That was from a ways away from here,” Corman muttered.Ovak drew his phaser. “The living quarters.”Diaz flipped open her communicator quickly. “Diaz to Shen'Zahr.”The transmission dissipated almost immediately. “Diaz to Shen'Zahr!”Still nothing.She cursed under her breath, and made for the door. “Come on!”***The screech made Shen'Zahr and O'Hare wheel around. O'Hare opened her communicator.“O'Hare to Diaz … O'Hare to Neill …”Shen'Zahr glanced at her. “What's happening?”“No comms, must be the stormfront.”The doctor gritted her teeth. “Neill? Get back to the living quarters!” she shouted.There was no answer.“Ellie! Get back here!”O'Hare drew her phaser. Shen'Zahr nodded in agreement.The lab was on the other side of the corridor. They both walked out of the living quarters slowly, weapons ready.“Ellie?” Shen'Zahr called. Her antennae were sticking straight up, her knuckles white.O'Hare strained her ears. She could hear rapid breathing up ahead, from somewhere in the lab.Shen'Zahr glanced at her, she could hear it too. “By the medical scanner.”Both of them broke into a run. They rounded the machinery, and froze.Neill was standing rigidly, her body shaking. Her breathing was ragged, rapid, and her eyes had rolled back into her head. She was foaming at the mouth.In a flash of ion lightning, a figure appeared beside her. Tendrils from its arms were inside her chest, inside her head.“Ellie!” Shen'Zahr cried. She fired her phaser. The beam passed straight through the figure. It didn't acknowledge it, or the new arrivals.The light and the figure faded, and Neill dropped to the floor, still shaking. Shen'Zahr bolted to her side.“She's having some kind of seizure, I have to get her to the ship!”O'Hare turned quickly as footsteps peppered the ground behind her. Diaz, Corman and Ovak assessed the situation quickly.“Shelby, can you fly us out of here?” Diaz asked tersely.“I … don't know. With the storm …”“Hell with the storm,” Shen'Zahr snapped. “Ellie dies if we don't get back to the ship!”Diaz nodded. “Then we go. Prep the pod, Shel'. We're out of here.”
Star Trek: Kodiak - Old Soldiers VThe campus grounds of Starfleet Academy lush and verdant, criss-crossed by streams and brooks. They were so large and sprawling they seemed largely peaceful, despite a student body numbering in the tens of thousands in San Francisco alone.O'Hare strolled along one of the pathways with her shipmates, listening to them as they chatted idly. She was enjoying the reddening sunshine and the company, far more than she had in Hawaii. Her mother's recovery had lifted a weight off her shoulders. It had made the last few days pass all too quickly, before both she and her mother headed back out into space, and spent another chunk of time away from each other.“Here's a question for you, ladies,” Holden said with a grin. “With the new uniforms, are you going pants or skirts?”“Pants,” Oaken said. “The Kodiak's environmental systems always seem to run a little cold for me, but I guess we'll have the option, right?”“I prefer pants in general,” O'Hare muttered. “Although the skirts are cute, I'm not opposed.”“Skirts, all day,” Dahlberg said with a grin.“Do we have any options?” Miura wondered. “Or is it just the ladies that get a choice in the matter?”“We have those weird, open, v-neck things, as well as the standard uniform,” Kimmich grumbled. “So if you have any taste… not really no.”“Oh man, yeah. I've seen those,” Holden grimaced. “Hey, I'll wear it, but only after I've had a couple of weeks in the gym.”They left the path and crossed one of the open fields, making for a copse of trees in the distance. O'Hare could see a few figures lounging beneath the canopy already, staying out of the summer sun.As they got closer, she could see that around half of them were fresh Academy graduates, still wearing their dress uniforms. They were bright eyed and bushy tailed, grinning around at the crew of the Kodiak, who were all wearing the uniforms present on exploratory starships. The navy jumpsuits were gone, replaced with red, yellow and blue shirts with black trousers and shoes, in some cases skirts that stopped just above the knee. The vibrant colours were dazzling compared to before, and the change seemed to have lifted everyone's mood.O'Hare spotted Grant, sitting on the ground next to a group of recent graduates, and young officers in blue uniforms. They were talking excitedly with him and each other. Three were human, a man and two women, one of whom was a recent graduate. The other two were a Tellarite and an Orion girl, younger than the rest by a year or two. Her dark green hair was loose about her shoulders, and she was listening to the Commander intently, leaning forwards.Grant glanced up as the crew began to acknowledge the new arrivals, and smiled warmly at O'Hare. She smiled back at him, cocking her head a little at the Orion. She saw him chuckle.“Lily!” he called to Oaken, beckoning her over. She kissed Miura on the cheek before walking to the group. Grant began making introductions, and the conversation continued at a frenetic pace.“They're the new science team,” said Diaz, who was approaching the new arrivals with T'Vet and Shen'Zahr in tow. She and the doctor had opted for skirts, in command gold and the blue of the science division respectively. T'Vet was in red, as a part of the operations division.Diaz smiled at them before leaning into the multitude of greetings, hugs, and pats on the back. Her hair was tied back in a loose bun, allowing for the straps of the visor to fit around her head unimpeded. The device was black and silver, fitted across her eyes and the bridge of her nose. If it caused her any discomfort, it didn't seem to be showing.“How was home, Ro?” Holden asked.“It was great, once I let myself enjoy it. Sorry I missed Hawaii.”“Eh, you didn't miss anything dramatic.” Holden peered at her uniform. “What colour do I get?”“You will be in red, Mr Holden,” T'Vet said. “You are also the operations division. You too, Mr Miura.”Miura raised an eyebrow and grimaced. “Red, huh?”“Indeed.”Holden nodded. “Okay, I can live with that. I suit red.” He glanced around at Miura. “What?”“You've heard about the red shirts, right?”Holden raised an eyebrow. “Um … no.”“The idea that Starfleet officers who wear red uniforms are more likely to die is coincidental,” T'Vet said calmly. “Correlation does not equal causation.”Holden's mouth opened. “What?”He glanced at O'Hare, who grimaced.“It is a consequence of the divisions within Starfleet,” T'Vet explained. “Officers and crew who wear red uniforms are typically assigned to security, engineering and technical divisions, which carry more inherent danger.”“Right …” Holden said. “Well … at communications there isn't much that can happen, right.”Kimmich laughed nervously. “Yeah … you'll probably be just fine.”“Come on,” Diaz said, gesturing to the shade. “We've got some food and stuff.”“Drinks?” Dahlberg said.“Juice, iced tea, things like that.”O'Hare followed them for a moment, before glancing over at Grant. “I'll catch you guys up, give me a second.”She passed a few groups of crewmen: the Kodiak's engineers and technicians, who were lounging on the grass, swapping notes with the newest of their number; the security personnel and the gunner crew, who were laughing over many stories of their shore leave; and the nurses, who were tucking in to a large plate of sushi. The groups were gradually beginning to mingle with each other, making nervous and friendly introductions, or reconnecting after the weeks apart. One of the new engineers was moving the same way as her, a young man in his mid twenties. He settled down next to one of the newly graduated science officers, who took his hand with a grin. O'Hare noted the wedding rings on each of their fingers, and raised an eyebrow.Grant looked up at her and smiled. “Hey there.”“Hi. How've you been?”“Good. It's been nice to unwind a little. Had an impromptu trip to Brazil the other day, nice change of pace from my dad's freighter.”“I'll bet. Can I borrow you for a minute?”“You can borrow me for as long as you want,” he said as he stood up.The two of them moved away from the science officers, lingering beside one of the tree trunks.“How's your mother?” Grant asked.“She's better. Bored, she wants to get back to duty, but the doctors have said she needs another month off. She ran a half marathon the other day, I think more out of spite than anything.”Grant chuckled.“Listen … I'm sorry,” O'Hare said. “I know I've been distant for a while … it's just been a tough few weeks. It hasn't been much of a shore leave, I guess.”Grant nodded. “Yeah … I haven't had much of a chance to relax either, really … although I've been doing my best. I've missed you.”O'Hare smiled sadly. “I've missed you too … I really needed to clear my head, get things together, focus on family for a while, while I can.”“You said you needed time, needed some space, and I didn't want to be … hovering over you, I guess.”“I'm glad you did … but at the same time … it let me think about things.”Grant raised an eyebrow. “What did you think about?”“What I need, what I want, what's good for me … kind of what's good for both of us. The first three I think I know, the last one … I'm not so sure.” She held his gaze. “I care about you, a lot more than I've cared about any other guy I've been with, especially after such a short time.”“Feel like there's a 'but' coming...”“Yeah … but, I can't help but think that the ware drove some of that. The threat of death … holding onto things that made us feel alive.”“How are we supposed to know that?”O'Hare shrugged. “I don't know … maybe we can't … and I don't know what that means.”“Only one way to find out.”O'Hare looked down. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you, even if I don't mean to. Especially now that things are starting to get back to some kind of normal, when things are starting to look up.”“That's the risk, I suppose. It's like the risk you take when you serve on a starship, something could happen, you could get hurt. When you fall in love, you open yourself up to someone in a way you never do any other time. My dad did that with the wrong person, billions of people have. Doesn't mean we shouldn't try.”O'Hare looked up at him. “Fall in love, huh?”Grant coughed. “Well … yeah.”“Hmm.”Grant grinned. “Risk is our business, Shel'. I'll take that particular risk any day.”“Well … who am I to turn down a little excitement?”Grant took a hold of both her hands, and stepped forwards into a kiss. She slipped gently into his arms, letting the sounds of the crew and the campus ground melt away.***The transport shuttle lifted from the Starfleet Academy landing bay, and Grant felt his stomach lurch a little bit. The majority of the crew were in the seats in the vast passenger compartment, chattering excitedly, ready for the beginning of a new journey.The senior officers were standing with him in the shuttle's cockpit, and as such the space was more crowded than the pilot would have liked. He hadn't complained though.Grant's hand linked with O'Hare's as the ship cleared Earth's atmosphere, both of them watching the orbital dry dock as it gradually turned from a spec of light into a sprawling space station. Diaz waited on his right, grinning at his excitement. Behind them, Holden, Kimmich and Miura were talking through the data packet of upgrades they had received, all the new bells and whistles that had been fitted aboard the Kodiak. T'Vet, Shen'Zahr and Oaken were discussing the area of space around the starbase they had been assigned: Deep Space One. There were a variety of potentially interesting star systems and anomalies in the area, which were ripe for exploring.DS1 was brand new, nearly as large as Starbase 27 had been. Work had halted on it during the war, but now it had been completed, and it represented something new, a fresh direction for Starfleet a focus on exploration, science and discovery once again.O'Hare listened to them with excitement in her eyes, and nudged Grant. “You hear that? I'm going to get to fly in a nebula cluster, the largest on record.”“And more besides. I've heard there's a black hole around that area too, at least we've detected potential signs of one.”O'Hare exhaled. “I hope the ship's up to it.”Grant leaned forwards and smiled, his eyes fixed on the viewport. “You know, I think she just might be.”Ahead of them, sat snugly between the docking arms, was the USS Kodiak.She suited the refit, that had turned her from a gunship into a scout. The primary hull was a little bulkier, and fully cylindrical, the weapon decks now fully integrated. The engineering hull was thicker too, supporting the more powerful warp core and impulse engines. The nacelle pylons were longer, the four nacelles larger and longer. Grant could see the edge of the shuttle bay doors at the top of the primary hull. Sensor arrays had sprouted from the deflector dish and had grown around it, a more advanced sensor suite for a more advanced starship.The kodiak bear that had been painted on the ship's flanks was gone, replaced with the red pin-striping of an exploratory Federation starship. Part of Grant was sorry to see it gone, but it lived on on their new uniforms, over their hearts where it belonged, the symbol of their ship. The Kodiak wasn't a warship anymore, she had moved on, and she would take the crew with her.In the bear's place was a Starfleet registry: USS Kodiak, NCC-274.“Heard she can make it past warp seven,” O'Hare muttered. “Didn't get a chance to test that on the Arctos.”“We'll test her out soon enough,” Grant said, squeezing her hand.The sight of the ship had quietened the chatter among the officers. The shuttle drew closer, the pilot prepared to dock.“She's a beauty,” Miura said. “I can't wait to fire her up.”“I can't wait to see the labs,” Oaken said. “Not to mention the new bunks.”“There are new bunks?” Holden said. “I'd only just got used to the old ones.”“I want to try the shuttlepod,” O'Hare said, smiling. “I've got a lot of new toys to play with.”“It's a long trip to Deep Space One,” Grant said. “Plenty of time to put the ship through her paces.”There was a bump as the shuttle landed in the dry dock's bay. Grant turned to his crew.“Let's get to work.”
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